Bound by blood, addicted to danger, they’ll enter the darkest—and most erotic—place of all. A warrior trained in bullets and blades, Renata cannot be bested by any man—vampire or mortal. But her most powerful weapon is her extraordinary psychic ability—a gift both rare and deadly. Now a stranger threatens her hard-won independence—a golden-haired vampire who lures her into a realm of darkness…and pleasure beyond imagining. A combat-loving adrenaline junkie, Nikolai dispenses his own justice to enemies of the Breed—and his latest quarry is a ruthless assassin. One woman stands in his way: the seductive, cool-as-ice bodyguard, Renata. But Renata’s powers are put to the test when a loved one, a child, is threatened and she’s forced to turn to Niko for help. As the two join forces, as desire fans the flames of a deeper hunger, Renata’s life is under siege by a man who offers the exquisite pleasure of a blood bond—and a passion that could save or doom them both forever.…
I finished reading this novel at around 11:30 PM last night and decided to wait until now…13 hours later to review it because of how tired I was. Veil of Midnight is the fifth book to Lara Adrian’s midnight breed series.
I found this book to be enjoyable yet much more dark and violent compared to the first four. There are some upsetting scenes and a tear jerker at one point. If you like happy romance stories, there might be a better book out there besides this one.
This book is based along the Russian warrior named Nikolai and his adventures in Montreal as he searches for a Russian gen one named Sergei Yakut. Yakut has a member of his personal guard who happens to be a breedmate who’s attached to a young girl named Mira who wears a veil to hide her special breedmate talent. Nikolai runs into a bit of trouble with the two and all hell breaks loose as Dragos comes to the property.
I would recommend this book to anyone who doesn’t mind any graphic nature (and I mean any) and who enjoys a book that keeps you reading and entertained right until the end. I still find the fourth book, Midnight Rising (Rio+Dylan), to be my favorite of the series so far.
I’d rate this book a 4.5 out of 5. Yes I can do halves if I feel like it.
Well, I’m off to meet a few friends at the mall and then to start the sixth book of the series: Ashes of Midnight.
A soft veil of midnight lavender curtains the sparkling pools of starlight. Her voice, soft, soothing, is the gentle whispers of your forgotten dreams. The slender girl danced with the shadows, her presence flitting, fleeting, fleeing.
Give me a character, any character, and I’ll write a paragraph or two describing them with ridiculous metaphors.
Under the veil of midnight, he had been almost certain that his actions would have gone unnoticed. Yet even the darkest hour of the night had its lurkers and Aurel found himself paying for his foolish mistake.
Palms tainted in crimson and a black knapsack possessively clutched at his side, the brunet directed his sharp gaze at the boy whom stood before him. A silent smile graced the mortician’s lips, a light curvature of his plump lips that would have gone noticed if it weren’t for the black facial mask that clothed the lower half of his features.
“Nothing’s the matter,” Aurel remarked, his words airy as he clutched his bag tighter, nearly like a vice, “it isn’t my blood and I can ensure you that no person has been injured.”
Explosive and Passionate Finale to the trilogy Twilight of the British Raj The British Empire is coming to an end with the Partition of India. As millions flee to the roads, caught up in the turbulent wake is Captain Cam Fraser, his sister Miriam, and the beautiful Indian Dassah. Cam has never been able to put Dassah from his mind, ever since the days when he played with the orphans at the…
Luis de Camöes, The Lusiad: or, The Discovery of India, 1798
Page 53: That living fire, by seamen held divine, Of heaven’s own care in storms the holy sign, Which midst the horrors of the tempest plays, And on the blast’s dark wings will gaily blaze; These eyes distinct have seen that living fire Glide through the storm, and round my sails aspire.
Page 119: Not such the volley when the arm of Jove From heaven’s high gates the rebel Titans drove; Not such fierce lightnings blazed athwart the flood, When, saved by heaven, Deucalion’s vessel rode High o’er the deluged hills. Along the shore The halcyons, mindful of their fate, deplore; As beating round on trembling wings they fly, Shrill through the storm their woeful clamors die. So from the tomb, when midnight veils the plains, With shrill, faint voice, the untimely ghost complains.
Page 124: The bright Orithia, threatening, sternly chides The furious Boreas, and his faith derides; The furious Boreas owns her powerful bands: Fair Galatea, with a smile commands The raging Notus, for his love, how true, His fervent passion and his faith she knew. Thus every nymph her various lover chides; The silent winds are fettered by their brides; And to the goddess of celestial loves, Mild as her look, and gentle as her doves In flowery bands are brought. Their amorous flame The queen approves, and ever burn the same, She cries, and joyful on the nymphs’ fair hands, Th’ Eolian race receive the queen’s commands, And vow, that henceforth her Armada’s sails Should gently swell with fair propitious gales.
Footnote: —In innumerable instances Camoëns discovers himself a judicious imitator of the ancients. In the two great masters of the epic are several prophecies oracular of the fate of different heroes, which give an air of solemn importance to the poem. The fate of the Armada thus obscurely anticipated, resembles in particular the prophecy of the safe return of Ulysses to Ithaca, foretold by the shade of Tiresias, which was afterwards fulfilled by the Phaeacians. It remains now to make some observations on the machinery used by Camoëns in this book. The necessity of machinery in the epopoeia, and the perhaps insurmountable difficulty of finding one unexceptionably adapted to a poem where the heroes are Christians, or, in other words, to a poem whose subject is modern, have already been observed in the Preface. The descent of Bacchus to the palace of Neptune in the depths of the sea, and his address to the watery gods are noble imitations of Virgil’s Juno in the first Aeneid. The description of the storm is also masterly. In both instances the conduct of the Aeneid is joined with the descriptive exuberance of the Odyssey. The appearance of the star of Venus through the storm is finely imagined, the influence of the nymphs of that goddess over the winds, and their subsequent nuptials, are in the spirit of the promise of Juno to Bolus. …… And the fiction itself is an allegory exactly in the manner of Homer. Orithia, the daughter of Erecteus, and queen of the Amazons, was ravished and carried away by Boreas. Her named derived from … ‘bound’ or ‘limit,’ and … ‘violence,’ implies, says Castera, that she moderated the rage of her husband. In the same manner, Galatea, derived from … ‘milk,’ and … a ‘goddess,’ signifies the goddess of candor or innocence.